Continual Wonder

Sensing whispers of rhythm descending directly from heavenly gardens, showering this poet's soul, gathering all of it's sorrow into interior depths of the Divine. There it will be saved and used to remember how life was once lived and is no more, soul searching incessantly for solace and peace. A continual wonder settling into my spirit, genuine and innocent, touching me fully with ingenuity of another time in the future, another tomorrow that lies before me. Waiting for it's time to surrender and then become a particle of the past that once was tomorrow's future, fibers of life being loosened by death in the end.